Waiting...

The final concert of my MEGA PASS summer was last weekend. Brad Paisley with opening acts of Jimmy Wayne and Dierks Bentley. It was USANA it all its glory..... alcohol and sex.
The weather was a lot cooler than the other concerts and we ended up getting rained on for about 10 minutes, but it was a fun time.

This was my favorite video/song of the night, Waiting on a Woman. The picture isn't very clear, but I'll remember it forever. Throughout the song I was imagining my grandpa sitting in heaven waiting for my grandma to join him. From now on when I hear this song I will remember that image.

Fall Picnic

Grandma and Aunt Clarice planned a little picnic up American Fork Canyon. The best part was the drive up with all the beautiful fall colors. (But Mama Jepsen was driving like a maniac and I was car sick so I didn't get many pictures of the leaves).

And then I gave Stinky Pete my camera to take pictures. She did a fantastic job and nobody dares hide their face for a small child, like they do an adult.
So here you go......

Family Picnic at Mutual Dell, through Stinky Pete's eyes

And this little ugly bug was fondly named "Squishy" by Eugene. He was a little rough with it and definitely traumatized it before accidentally stepping on it and squishing it's guts out. The funniest thing was he was holding it and went to drop it and it stuck to his thumb. He screamed, "he's got me" and kept flinging his hand until "Squishy" flew across the playground.

That's Some Pig...

Everybody needs to go to the State Fair - if not for the animals, then for the people. This is white trash at its finest. (I didn't get any pictures of the trash but I got plenty of the animals).

Yep, that's a purple cast on that goat's leg.

The Pickle was not pleased to be that close to a cow (or any animal). He's more like me, looking and no touching.... and still washing your hands afterwards.

This pig was HUGE! And he stood like that (with his man parts hanging through the fence) forever.

It was a long, hot day...

Deathgrip...

So I was driving home the other night (and it was very late for an old lady like me) and something was on the wipers. I couldn't tell what it was, but I turned the wipers on and the thing didn't disappear - it just hung onto the wipers as they moved.

I stopped at the store (for groceries not because of the bug - seriously did you think I would make a random stop over a bug?!) and figured out it was a Katydid. I figured it would just fly away while I was shopping.

Nope, I came out of the store - about an hour later (remember it was late, so I couldn't think of what I needed so I aimlessly wandered for a LONG time, don't judge me!) - and the bug had crawled to the middle of the windshield. It didn't look like it had any intention of leaving.

I got in the car and turned on the wipers again and it just casually walked to the side of the windshield where the wipers couldn't get it. And then it crawled up the door and I couldn't see it any further. (Don't panic, I checked the windows twice to make sure they were up so it couldn't get in an attack me).

And then, I arrived home and got out of the car and guess what? There was that stupid bug just sitting on top of the car. Even after I had sped (remember, it was late, so we can all assume I was tired and just wanted to be in bed) down the freeway.


So I walked in the house and went to bed. It was my mom's car anyway, so she'll have to deal with it tomorrow.

Panic

If you really know me, you know the sheer terror I have of running out of gas. Especially on a busy road (like the freeway). So I'm sure you can just imagine my response when this little orange light appeared as I was in rush-hour traffic. (And no, I don't know how many miles I can drive after the light appears, I'm too scared to test it).

Not nice words were screamed at several stupid drivers in my crazy, panic stricken state trying to get off the road to a gas station.

And now you can see how busy I am... I don't even have time to remember to buy gas. (Oh, and all is well, I made it just fine to my local Maverick).

Do you see how hot it was while driving home?! Sheesh! Oh, and look at all those miles my little Precious has racked up. Sheesh again!

Off With Her Hair...

.....well, at least ten inches of it. The new cut is short and I actually have to take the time in the morning to style it (which severely impacts my sleeping schedule), but I like it. Definitely weird to not have a pile of hair to shampoo or comb through.
I have thought about saving the braid and attaching it to a hat and wearing it for Halloween. Instead I will send it to some bald child and perhaps make them smile. Aren't I so generous?!

Stop Yelling At Me

I had to drive to Brigham City for work this week and I got lucky enough (said facetiously) to get the Ford Foci (thanks Brook) with GPS. Now this isn't the helpful, useful GPS that we all desire. No, this is the GPS tracker kind that records when you are speeding or happen to take a quick break at the Target to shop.

So I headed off down the road, while sticking the helpful, useful GPS (lovingly named Foster - Australian for GPS) on the windshield and typing in the address, and getting my MP3 player all ready to listen to my book, and putting my Bluetooth in my ear, and, and..... (yes, I do far too many things that I shouldn't while driving).

Anyway, as I was fumbling with everything, I heard some mumbled voice and paused, then just figured it was something on the radio, and I continued on my way.

I headed off down the freeway and accelerated to a normal speed preparing to set the cruise control. As I approached 65mph I was all ready to push that little cruise button when I hear SPEED VIOLATION. (And yes, the red and capitals are needed because that is how loud and mean it sounded).

Of course I freaked and immediately thought I was going to be murdered by the loud man in the backseat. Confused and befuddled, I continued on my way.

I was so happy to get outside Ogden and hit the 75mph zone. And again, out of nowhere the loud man yelled, SPEED VIOLATION. Of course I didn't want to upset the car, so I slowed down to about 73mph, but he just kept yelling at me for about five minutes.

I finally figured out it was the mean, hateful GPS in the car. I yelled back a few times stating I wasn't speeding. Then I realized that if it speaks it may be recording me as well..... so if you see me on YouTube freaking out in the car and yelling at nothing, I'm sorry.

(but do enjoy a few good laughs while watching)

I'm sure, at the very least, the car will send a report to Motorpool and then to my supervisor stating I was speeding and I had to be encouraged to slow down numerous time, when I wasn't even speeding and it was just being hateful!

I called Wendy and told her the car was yelling at me. She just laughed. I told her I can't handle the stress of a yelling car and she acknowledged this may push me over the edge (that I have been teetering on for a couple weeks). She suggested I tell our supervisor that the car was talking to me and she would think I had lost it and tell me to take a couple mental health days.

Wendy is definitely a thinker!

When I returned the car I told Motorpool that the car yelled at me and I wasn't even speeding. I told them I had better not get fired because the yelling was punishment enough. And I suggested they provide a disclaimer so when the mean man starts yelling the next person won't freak out and get in a wreck.

They should be glad I excelled in my defensive driving class!

Duck, Duck, Goose

Stinky Pete is off-track from school, so I told her we would go play. And generally my heart breaks when I see Eugene and he yells "bye mom" and runs to get his shoes, so he came along for the day. We didn't start out too well as we had some check cashing issues (that took far too long for any one's taste, let alone someone with young kids).

After some lunch, we eventually made it to Gardner Village and got our wandering (and shopping) on. Stinky Pete got a spider ring... just what she needs for her Spiderella Halloween Costume. Eugene got a football.... which he is an expert at throwing and catching.

And we enjoyed some relaxing time watching the ducks and occasional fish.

Pot(belly) shot

This is what I had the pleasure of staring at while waiting for my tires to be rotated. One more thing for me to be annoyed about this stupid repair shop (the first being when they swindled me with new tires and ADDED on a mounting fee -- although I specifically said does this price include the mounting fee and the response was, of course, did you think we would just hand you the tires and say enjoy?! I complain to Wendy on a regular basis that her husband lied to me and I'm not happy. And yes, I tend to hold grudges!)